Lyrics

Lucero Song

It’s the end of the night and I’ve got this broken heart
Thanks to Ben Nichols and rye on the rocks I’m falling apart
The lights are all coming up
Bartender wants to go home
I ain’t got a shot in the dark and I know
So I’ll write my own Lucero song

Driving ain’t smart but I’ve never stood here accused
Of knowing when to shut up when I’m wrong or the right thing to do
Remember to stop at the reds
And don’t try to answer my phone
Nobody’s gonna bother to call anyway
So I’ll write my own Lucero song

Here comes the part where I know that we’re through
And I’m drinking to get myself by
I’d tell you I ain’t had a problem before
But we both know that’s a lie
Hell, everybody knows that’s a lie

The lights are all coming up
Bartender wants to go home
I ain’t got a shot in the dark and I know
So I’ll write my own Lucero song

It’s the end of the night and I’ve got this broken heart
Thanks to Ben Nichols and rye on the rocks I’m falling apart